bonus points if it’s something intangible

turn me into a metaphor


whisper what you see in me until it turns into something

bold and

brave and

hard to swallow


spin my heart on your turn of phrase—

turn your words into something

no one else could follow


what do I remind you of,

when you’re alone and

I pop into your brain

to say hello?


tell me,

so I can gasp and tell you no else has told me that



bonus points if it’s something intangible

soil / soul

what do i feel when there’s nothing left to feel

what do i know for sure, for certain, for real

how do i sort

through the swirling twirling ball of emotions inside and surrounding me


walking in the garden in late september

i grab onto life before it goes

i feel the soil start to gasp for breath

and breath comes


it’s february now

and my soul gasps for breath, for anything at all

my lungs fill with the cold

harsher than any smoke they’ve known


they say midwinter is the worst time of year

why, out of all the seasonal options, do i feel most at home here

in the stillness and the chill

my heart feels at home in the numbness

why do we assume the hard times are also the bad times


walking in the garden in February

i press my ear to the soil, searching for breath or for life or for anything at all

my search comes up empty

but april will be here soon and the warmth will come back too